The Dance of the flying fish, again

I am seeing things that are not there. You are tall with tattoos. With random scars. You do seem happy. I am happy too. Was. May be.   True pride needs to be fake. Somewhat. How can you touch things that are not there.   Then Romeo was hit in the head from a shoe dropped … Continue reading The Dance of the flying fish, again

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The dance of the flying fish, take – 9

We dangerously stared at the reflections of life in the balcony glass. Jimmy was stoned, Ronny lost a cousin, master Jade was confused. They all raced in slow cars in a road opposite.us Till one existential man learned to play the blues. And sung it in a song  Still sung in the islands of so … Continue reading The dance of the flying fish, take – 9